Dans le clan Douglas, il fut célèbre et sulfureux.Rebelle, psychotique et poète, sa belle allure cachait une âme tourmentée.
Attirant et rebutant, Lord Alfred est une énigme
impossible à déchiffrer.
Ses poèmes gardent vivante l'empreinte de son charme et font oublier les désastres de sa vie.
Only to build one crystal barrier
Against this sea which beats upon our days ;
To ransom one lost moment with a rhyme
Of passionate protest or austere demur,
To clutch Life's hair, and thrust one naked phrase
Like a lean knife between the ribs of Time.
The city of the Soul
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Ooooooooooh ! Now it's enough, for the last time, I am officially stating that I ain't akin to this Douglas, nor is any member of my family !
He was insane and unfit to belonging to the Petit Pis' community !
Moreover, nobody writes in my family.
The only poet I know is Miles, and he's no kin either, but he's a good friend and a decent bull, him!
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